As a recovering Art History major, one of my greatest lessons of the ancient Greeks is found in their temples. Never mind that I found God under Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel Ceiling or through Bernini’s interpretations of the physical world in the Villa Borghese. My quest for the eternal started in the ancient ruins of Greece.
The original purpose of a temple was for the viewer to seek a journey unlike any other. Appropriately traveled the journey provided hope of the prospect of renewal, joy, exaltation. Through a maze of corridors to the center of universal purpose, the viewer was forced through darkened corridors where doubt inevitably crippled hopes of such a journey. Much like our own path on this earth, fear is crippling and devastating at its core.
As the lay person traveled through passage ways that provided time for reflection of misdeeds and misfortunates that perpetuated darkness, the healing began. Unknown to the traveler the temple dictated a specific response of solitude and isolation.
When hope seemed a distant memory on a foreign shore a small light shone in the corner of the observer’s eye. Ever faithful the journeyman approached the light. The walk still treacherous began to soften and realization that darkness was not all encompassing set in.
The light continued to grow brighter until a courtyard was presented. Bathed in light the observer approached. Once inside the center of the temple the journeyman found hope and love nestled in a far corner. As his approach quickened toward this, so too did his spirit. Ever searching, ever wanting, heaven was displayed in full bloom upon earth.
My imagination can only assist me in understanding what such an experience must be like. I do however understand the seeking, losing, and refinding of what I can only hope to be true love. All parts are particularly painful each in their own special way.
Lost in the dark corridors of my mind, contemplating each move, each statement propels me to continue my search for the unknown.
When a light shines at the end of a long passage it is guttural to advance towards it. It is guttural even when it is obvious that I am wounded. Advancement is key towards enlightenment. Even though stumbling blocks cover my path I am determined by my forward march towards what I know to be sacred and divine.
Someday, I will reach the inner sanctum and become bathed in light and hope. Today is not my day to reach the inner temple. My quest continues, ever forward, one foot in front of the other.